Through millennia, formed into pillars of stalagmite. Splintered under gigantic landslides, yes, to their origin, now also the mother stalactite. And the age old, patient sculpture, formed out of limestone, was all just in vain.  

The earth slings back and forth, to the tune of her drunken song. She calls herself a useless scoundrel. She weeps and she calls out in her maudlin. Look, all my efforts were in vain, yes everything was purely in vain.

Homo Sapiens treated me extremely stiff and they sponge on me like an insatiable parasite. Look, through this I suffer incurable discomfort and therefore I now write my drunken-letter to my Creator.

The earth slings to and fro and she sings her drunken song now viciously. Yes, she sings: Enjoy-enjoy, oh careless Adamite, the last bit of blessing that I offer you. Look, soon there will be no more activity in your mining areas. With all your grain contaminated with the most terrible mold and mites.

She sings: Look, oh look you stupid Edomite, all your imaginary credit is busy to perish under your own technological debit. Yes, while your half-brother, the equally stupid Cushite, will enjoy your very last yield.

So I, mother Earth, will also make thousands of millions incurably sick with an unprecedented pestilence. You too, oh false Israelite, will shiver uncontrollably like a snapped reed, because you know I bring an end to your Jewish, false chronicle.

Look, on my highest landscape, the highest mountain peak crumbles. The earth slings in her drunkenness, she weeps and says: Look, I am incurably sick. Her convection streams shoot wildly in spirals, to and fro, across a very large area.

Then she slings big hailstones across an enormous area. Under this onslaught, the crops of countries disappear completely into oblivion. The nations weep, there is no bread, no oil or just a little bit of wine to enjoy. Yes, in her drunkenness, mother Earth offered judgment upon judgment over man and her own surface.